We ran across frozen mines Sweeping through gates of dawn As the sun was gleaming blue Gaping through me and you
drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice perfectly turning As in the city I sit yearning
fear I am Atticus now Remember what I lost like hot coals In my hand from days gone by Like Pandora adored the euphoria As her heart raced Like love
show must go on Put on the face, win every race 'Cause only the strong can succeed And I keep up the pace, I won't leave a trace Of yearning for some
set my soul on fire This world keeps turning My heart keeps yearning It's beating like a drum roll You make me want to lose control My heart keeps racing
Be not Blind to life's abundance Ecstasy we must Embrace Rid yourself of Reservation Ride the Rapids, Run the Race You whose Years are spent in Yearning
for a punk, suck new jack I must stay focus and keep my mind open The world's mass confusion, there mad guns smoking For punks trying to get respect and yearning
of remonstration could ever show a mind so small that it is not 'the be and end all.' Into the future we race driven on by our greed, Like rats in a
We can' t stop the world from turning From spinning round and round And can' t stop ourselves from yearning For things we haven' t found But we can improve
you prize Mine is palatial size Guess I win You drive a new Sedan My driver's name is Sam Guess I win You know, no prize awaits you You're in a race
shine like diamond rings You're my Sunday, make my Monday come alive Just like Tuesday, you're a new day, wakes me up Wednesday's raining, Thursday's yearning
If fear's what makes us decide Our future journey Well, I'm not along for a ride 'Cause I'm still yearning To try and touch the sun My fingers burning
Remembering those years, emotions so black They're cracking the whip, you yearn to strike back. Days filled with anger and nights filled with pain,
Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train Put a slouch hat down low on the ears I'm yearning to leave this old town on the flight And loose all my troubles
for advancement, an invention, a cure Because of your disease your intentions are unpure Corrupted by moral values Spoiled by common wealth In your race
